Okay this is going to sound strange, but my stomach. I can give three examples.
1. When I was in the fourth grade I was in the middle of choir practice with my friends when my stomach knotted up for seemingly no reason. All of a sudden I became very depressed and began to cry. My friends rushed over to ask me what was wrong, to which I said, "I don't know who, but someone I know died today..."
My friends thought I was nuts. The feeling left almost as quickly as it came and I had forgotten all about it by the time I had gotten home. The next morning my grandmother was reading the paper and lo and behold, the little boy who sat next to me in math class was murdered by his mother the day before. She took him and his little brother to an eight story parking garage and made them both jump. She jumped too.
2. The second time I was folding my clothes. My great grandmother was in the hospital (she had fallen and broken her hip) and my grandmother kept calling my mother to tell her what was going on. The last phone call my mother recieved said that she was doing very well and would probably be released to my great aunt in a few days. My mother came into my room to see that I was doing what she told me to do, and I saw her and got a knot in my stomach. I began to cry and yelled to my mother, "She's dead, Gramma Day's dead, she's dead, she's dead!" My mother got very heated and moved to strike me, when the phone rang. It was my grandmother telling my mother that she had died in her sleep.
3. I was in high school, a freshman, and I was eating lunch. I got that very same knot in my stomach. I started to cry and I grabbed my pencil to write down what I was feeling. I knew somebody had died, but I didn't know who.
I found out three days later-it was my cousin in the navy seals, he died during an excercise trying to save his friend.
